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#i hate this city and i need to get the fuck out of here!!!!
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we play with fire because we like the way it burns
a mob boss!Nico x nurse!fem!reader au
Movie night, ruined
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Warnings: blood, Luke injured, mentions of guns and gunshot wounds, some swearing and calling someone a dumbass, this is a mob au. Please tell me if I missed something
A/n: it’s here! The first installment. I hope you enjoy!
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You were worried.
Luke Hughes was not known to be the most punctual, but he was never this late.
As far as you knew, this was his only plan for the night. So why hasn’t he called or texted?
It was just supposed to be a routine movie night. You, Luke, and a movie you’ve seen so many times. Tonight’s pick was Valentine’s Day since you saw New Year’s Eve around the new year, and it just made sense. To you two, anyway.
Luke was hours late. You were about to start getting ready for bed, tired of waiting on the couch. He could just apologize in the morning once you got sleep.
As you were collecting the snacks off the coffee table, there was a knock on your door.
Who was knocking on your door at this hour?
You quickly put the things in your hands back down so you could answer the door.
As Luke always insisted, you looked through the peephole. He hated that your building didn’t have a doorman, so he got you in the habit of checking the peephole.
You were not prepared to see Luke slung around the shoulders of Jack and another guy, barely able to stand up himself.
You swung the door open rapidly, ushering the three men to come inside before the neighbors started asking questions. God forbid Nancy saw anything and spread the news like wildfire.
Once you got a better look at the three, you realized Nico was the other man holding up Luke.
“What the fuck happened?!?” You practically shouted at them.
“Do you really want to know? Or do you just want to fix him?” Jack spoke up before his boss could say anything.
You rolled your eyes in a huff, but gestured to the couch. “Sit him up on the couch and make sure he doesn’t lose consciousness. Jack, get water from the kitchen. You, make sure Luke stays upright. He can’t fall asleep. Not yet.”
Jack had a nervous look on his face because you bossed around the most feared man in the city, but he rushed to get water despite not having gone that far into your apartment before.
“I’ll be right back,” you told Nico before rushing to get your primary first aid kit.
When you returned, you had to speak up and say the one thing you were dreading. “What happened and how did he get hurt?”
Nico was about to answer, but Jack spoke up from the kitchen instead. “Where the fuck are your cups and why are they this hard to find?”
Yet another eye roll from you. “Just grab a bottle from the fridge,” you yelled back.
“Dumbass,” you muttered under your breath. You loved Luke like a brother but that didn’t mean you felt the same way about his brother.
You turned back to Luke to assess the damage. Multiple cuts on his face and body. Luckily, no gunshots. You honestly weren’t sure you would be able to help if he had gotten shot.
Jack came back to the living room and set the bottle on the table and proceeded to stay out of your way while still looking out for his little brother. Their mother would kill him if she found out just how injured the baby Hughes was.
You grabbed the iodine and some cotton pads, mentally preparing to make your best friend endure more discomfort than he already was.
“Luke, I’m sorry that this is going to sting, but I need to clean your wounds,” you said gently.
Luke just grumbled, so you proceeded after telling Nico to make sure to hold Luke still.
“I’ll start with your arms and work my way to your face. Please don’t hate me for this,” you said gently, using your nurse voice reserved for telling people that something bad has happened.
Luke flinched a little once you started cleaning his wounds. It proceeded to get worse, and your patience also got progressively worse.
“Luke if you do not stop squirming, I swear to god I will duct tape you to a chair and tell your mother about your weekend in Atlantic City,” you said in a very angry tone, sick of Luke’s shit.
Nico looked slightly confused, while Luke and Jack both had looks of “oh shit” on their faces.
Jack proceeded to sit on Luke’s other side to make sure he stayed still.
“We do not need mom knowing about what happened,” Jack said as Luke nodded as best as he could.
You proceeded to finish disinfecting every wound on your best friend’s body and add antibiotic cream to each one, finishing the worse wounds with bandages and letting the smaller ones breathe.
“Luke, I’m gonna grab you one of your spare outfits for you to wear so you can sleep comfortably. Couch or guest room?” You asked him, honestly not knowing if he would make it to the guest room.
“Couch,” he mumbled.
You scurried off to grab some sweats and a shirt for Luke from his designated drawer in your room.
You tossed the clothes at Jack once you made it back to the living room, “make sure he gets into these. I’ll clean up.”
You proceeded to gather up the first said kit while Jack helped Luke change and Nico just sat, not knowing what to do.
“Do you need help cleaning up?” Nico finally spoke to you, and if you weren’t so concerned with Luke, you may have had more time to admire him.
“Uh. No. I think I’m good. I’ve dealt with worse messes,” you said, not stopping what you were doing.
You put all the supplies back and slipped into the kitchen to get yourself your own bottle of water, giving Jack time to get Luke dressed.
As you finally had a moment to breathe and think, you realized you wouldn’t be able to handle seeing Luke hurt and not do anything about it.
After some time passed, Jack called out that Luke was successfully changed.
Walking back to the living room, you spoke up. “Call me immediately the next time he or someone else gets injured. I’ve seen enough questionable injuries at the hospital to know that I am your best option to avoid police questioning. Jack, you have my number. And please, for the love of all that is holy, stop doing dumb shit.”
You barely gave Jack time to respond before you spoke up again. “Now leave so Luke can rest. I’ll give you an update in the morning.”
Nico and Jack got up from their spots on your couch and proceeded to leave, you locking the door behind him.
You turned back to Luke and were worried about how the night was going to go.
“Can I have my blanket?” He asked weakly.
“Of course,” you said as you moved to grab it from its spot in your blanket basket.
You helped Luke lay down and get comfortable with the blanket tucked around him.
“Yell for me if you need anything, my door will be open,” you said before getting up to go back to your room. “Goodnight, Luke.”
“Goodnight, y/n,” Luke said with his eyes already closed.
You got ready for bed and were finally able to lay down and relax.
So why couldn’t you stop thinking about Nico?
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silenthillbunni · 7 months
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🚬🧸🧃🎀
#anyway so yeah im so sick of hating myself. of missing out on things and being too scared to go after things i want when i have the chance#so sick of almost being 25 and having spent almost 6 years alone in my room missing out on life#and my mom and sister might be moving in the not too distant future#so i have to try to get my life together for real now!!! or homelessness will be awaiting me :D#what i will try to do.. is start going to the gym (w my mom so i dont have to deal w the anxiety of an unknown place by myself sksk)#i'll workout 3-5 times a week. every week. i like going to the gym so if i just get started i dont have a doubt i'll not be able to do it#i'll focus on finishing my english class. hopefully in december even if i have the possibility to get it extended a few months#then i'll start my other 4 classes in january#i'll be patient and wait for my ultrasound and get the gallstone situation fixed (latest in january if i need surgery)#(and i have to try to make sure i eat properly so i dont wind up with b12 deficiency... i cant eat anything without pain but i have to..)#also i have an appt at the psychiatric in mid october. and im still waiting on what my healthcare center says. hopefully i can get cbt#if possible i will really really try to apply for jobs as a personal assistant sometime between january-may#if i have a job instead of being on wellfare i will 1) have way more money 2) not feel constabtly anxious abt being rejected and homeless#i'll stop caring abt me being 'old' and a late bloomer. the planet is dying. who cares if im 28 and start university????#i'll take my time to finish high school. and the thing is i really should get a job before starting higher vocational education#bc the program i want to start i HAVE to have a laptop. and theres no way i can afford that now. cant even save up to it#also need to find and put myself up on waiting lists for student housing/apartments so i can actually move#i hate this city and i need to get the fuck out of here!!!!#but the world is crazy rn and it's super hard to find places to live and find jobs but it's not impossible so i need to try#i cant live like this & i have no idea how tf i'll manage to be a normal person and have a life but i need to try bc what else am i gnna do?
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pinacoladamatata · 9 months
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"if you fancy Astarion, you might want to consider therapy. He's so damaged I must have him! Enjoy the fantasy and then call a therapist. It's a two step thing and it's very important you do both." - Amelia Tyler what do your narrator eyes see? 😂😂😂
#ohohooooohoo the little random tidbits devs and voice actors have dropped about his companion arc is making me NERVOUS#just throwin out some meta thoughts here#in order for astarion to *get rid of* the tadpole; cazador *has* to die first. like i'll bet my left tit this is conditional#since cazzy is apparently a control freak he might be enemies w the mindflayers/absolute cult bc ''bleh bleh my city''#i think its entirely possible that we could ally w cazador against the absolute; this would like have to result in astarion attacking tav#im just worried it might be like; you have to at least temporarily side w the absolute if you kill cazzy?#idk! idk!#and like i do think there will probably be a 3rd option of like 'i hate both these groups kill them both' but man.#and then there's whatever is going on w his ''this soul is not for sale except in the realm of the undead'' stamp#like are we gonna have to go the there? wherever the fuck that is?#pls amelia i am begging on my knees i need a sign! of hope!#bc now the hug and hand holding in the trailer is making me think larian is trying to trick me into believing he'll be okay#only to hit me with a devastating ending(s) no matter what#idk. man. i read astarion's writer was fanes writer. idk dos2 but like i am aware of what......happened w that 'romance'#pls i need a sign larian#i am so sick of the bioware style romances! the morrigans! the solases ! the unresolved endings of it all! ENOUGH#i want closure from this i am begging#for once in my life i just want closure for a video game romance ending#i JUST THINK LIKE ideally. for me. he'd have at least 1 ending where he's not cured but lives happily ever after*#i am having a hard time picturing him cured of vampirism. tbh. but if it's possible without him immediately dying then. well hats off#its 2 AM here i need to knock it tf off and go to bed#........unless.....yall want to enable me and discuss this further#i am 1 more bad day away from writing a thesis on this in MLA format istg
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mayybirds · 8 months
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Important question, do more of the RE8 villagers survive in this version?
Yes, very much yes. I can't, at this time, guarantee any specific characters other than Elena (definitely) and Luiza (probably), and an undetermined number of unnamed villagers, but I definitely plan for some of the villagers to survive.
While the total wipe-out of the Village in RE8 is a lot more believable than other "total wipes" like Raccoon City or the Pueblo in RE4, as it seems significantly smaller than both RC or the Pueblo, and has a more intelligent breed of bioweapon under specific instruction to exterminate the Village, Resident Evil has a weird and kind of uncomfortable history with complete massacres over its long history that I'm always inclined to push against. It's lazy, uninteresting writing to me when it's a trope recycled so frequently... especially given it's very clearly mostly used to provide clean narrative "closure" between each game by eliminating any other survivors other than the main protagonists (and Wesker lol). Like... RE4, for example, functions as a contained narrative because the Pueblo dies at its end. Its function is over in the continued story of "Resident Evil"... it only matters going forth in the context of Leon, Ashley, and Ada as characters. But as a writer, I'm much more intrigued by a version of that story that involves other survivors. What would it mean to live through something like that, not as the hero outsider protagonist, but as a civilian? How do you even recover? Who would you be after?
The weight of the horror of the complete destruction of a place that's isolated to a single game becomes faded when it's the same shit in every game. I'm sick of it, and bored of it. It would hit harder if it wasn't every damn game... better to take it apart and try something new with its empty box.
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billygoat26 · 2 months
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Just waiting to see if my mom breaks another promise :D
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madigoround · 5 months
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My supervisor just came in my office and reprimanded me for coming in ten minutes late today and said it can’t happen again because he was standing there talking with one of my coworkers when I came in and if he noticed it then my coworker noticed it and he doesn’t want people claiming he’s being unfair by letting one person do something and not the other and it’s like? My other coworker texted this morning to say he was running late and going to get gas and I’m fucking reprimanded for being a measly ten minutes late? He left my office and is now laughing with said coworker in his office and honestly I do think there is a double standard but I think it’s that he treats the guys like friends or something and me like a problem he has to keep up with
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upperranktwo · 10 months
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I need to stop looking at new places to live knowing A) I can’t afford it B) My lease doesn’t end until November but sudsadsadas
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clementiens · 8 months
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weeee i ordered a new ebike with a more powerful motor so i'll be able to haul my wheelchair with me since i need to use it almost full time now. can't wait to not be able to afford groceries for 6 months while i pay it off
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solvicrafts · 9 months
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Wow, $250 whole dollars!
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polaraffect · 1 year
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bro where can i even live at this point
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supercantaloupe · 1 year
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i had to call a second fucking time. christ what a mess
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spelviin · 2 years
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there was a bug hiding in the crack of my fridge door last night and i hit it with some raid but don't know if it's still alive or where it went or if it's still in my kitchen so uh guess i'm starving to death it's been a good run y'all
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alartes-draws · 2 years
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anyone know how to deal with the crippling anxiety of leaving for college and moving across the country i know i chose this life but my god 😃
#the fear of leaving something here at home and never seeing it ever again: 😃#the fear of leaving something at home and parents selling it even when i specifically told them not to: 😃#leaving all my trinkets and sillies at home: 😃#half of one of luggage being my stuffed animals because the thought of leaving them makes me burst into actual real tears: 😃#the stress of keeping luggage under a certain weight vs needing to bring enough clothes to be slay plus needing cold weather clothes#the knowledge that these will be the last few days i will have my mothers cooking for a while#all of my friends going to different places#this fucking sucks LMAOO#who said this was allowed#i fucking hate this LOL#i just want to be like 13 again LMAOOO#and the crippling loneliness of knowing i will most likely be the only filipino kid in the entire city LOL#dont get me wrong i dont regret choosing the college i did and im excited and my roommate is super nice but#god LMAO .#it keeps on hitting me in waves istg ive been trying not to think about it too hard but im almost done packing and this is the worst ever#im so fucking SAD LOL QKKDJSKJDJSNF I HATE THIS#i just want to be in 9th grade again and stay up until 3 watching stupid shows and have my biggest worry be bio class#and i want to have lunch everyday with my silly friends and make dumb nerdy jokes about stuff we learned in class#and i dont want to leave my sibling and jfc im pouring my heart out in fucking tumblr tags this is pathetic LOL BUT GOD.#just accidentally typed 'lola' instead of 'lol' and was hit with the realization that i wont see my lola and lolo or my aunt for a while#and this is so fucking stupid LMAO im already missing my friends and the concept of making friends#in college is fun and nice but makes me way too fucking sad LOL#not to be emo but christ !!!!!!!#and im still not over how i probably wont eat any real filipino food for ages after i leave#and its making me so fucking sad like its kinda dumb but filipino food is such a comfort for me#and the idea that i wont have easy access to it . is making me want to scream and throw up and cry#anyways. im so fucking sad LOLLLLLL#i miss my friends and i miss my family and i miss my room (currently sitting in it) and i miss my moms cooking and i miss my bed (in it rn)#this is so fucking sad LMAO anyways ill probs delete this#vent
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skeleton-monarch · 5 months
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i want to live anywhere else so badly. i want to live somewhere where i don’t need a car. i want to live somewhere where i can meet and talk to people. i want to live somewhere i can be happy
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southislandwren · 1 year
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Bro today sucked so bad we all (minus the coach) sat in our hotel room and gossiped about how it sucked in every way possible. I’m so fucking sad I failed these kids and everything has gone wrong. Like I know it’s mostly not my fault but also it’s very much my fault. I’m literally an assistant coach I should have my shit together
#1. late to leave since my friend couldn’t get her shit together and I was picking her up so the van was late to the department#2. got off on a bad exit and had to do a quick driver switch on the side of a 55mph road#3. forgot the trophies and had to turn around 2 hours into the trip to meet someone ‘halfway’ (it was NOT halfway) so we missed everything.#4 when we DID arrive at the hotel all the rooms were fucked up and we were supposed to have rooms next to each other#but instead we’re spread out and far away from each other#5. when we tried to go to the evening event that was supposedly feeding us we went to the wrong place#and when we showed up at the right place all the other teams had left so it was just us and some drunk random industry people#AND it wasn’t real food so we had to stop at a sketchy gas station to pick up some snacks#and the van is very rickety and the coach is REALLY BAD at driving and almost crashed us on MULTIPLE occasions.#AND 5 of the 9 people are in the same class so tomorrow I have to email our teacher and be like we need an extension on this quiz#because we are exhausted and so busy.#and I’m waking up at 5:20 am tomorrow so I can go with the coach to the convention center and everyone else gets to sleep in. so cool & fun.#I have been awake for 18 hours and I’m cranky and I feel bad for my team and I’m frustrated at this event and I’m frustrated at my coach#and I had to parallel park a 12 passenger van today and I had a panic attack in front of my friends and then I stepped in dog shit 😭#I fucking hate cities I need to go back to the country get me OUT OF HERE#but. it’s almost 11:30 and I have to be up in 6 hours. so goodnight and pray we survive tomorrow.#diary post
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chaos-coming · 1 year
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WHY IS RIDING THE PUBLIC TRANSIT IN THIS CITY SUCH AN UNPLEASANT EXPERIENCE!!!!!
Tldr fuck this shithole village pretending to be a real city, i am moving to a different country in 6 months and hopefully leaving sooner i genuinely cant take it life here is so miserable
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